Feng Jun could sense that Beauty Lin was constantly probing; he didn't like this behavior, but he appreciated her work ethic.
So he couldn't help but reveal a bit more, "The other party is not of the Human Race. Alright, don't ask any more questions."
But at this point, how could Beauty Lin resist not asking? She exclaimed in surprise, "Not of the Human Race?"
"Is it necessary to be so startled?" Feng Jun snorted softly and directly changed the subject, "I think it's better if you express your own demands directly. I can indicate... I don't plan to go back there in the short term."
Actually, not much time was left; the Guardian Boss had given him a one-year deadline, and more than half of it had already passed.
Beauty Lin still had too many questions to ask, but she knew very well that now was not the time to ask them.
